Hate Speach

Propoganda corners your mind look at me squeaky clean look at them one at a time allow me to concentrate your focus then allow you to think for yourself you will come to your own conclusion turn around and shake my hand now we agree and understand dont agree let me put it in terms you understand the world has yet to prove to me im not locked in a box in my own little corner no one notices me no matter what i do so ostrocise you march of the pigs focuslesness of soo many forms the laws of god meant to govern you but alas what has god done for you pause fo a moment to let you see the only end conclusion to the matter at hand is what we agree upon the difference is there for the sucbconcious math for us to come together and see there is no one out there there is no other world just an illusion there is no china therew is no india just like the moon landing propoganda and hate speach put to death for knowing the truth pine through their lies figure out what they are up to doesnt matter to you cant interact with a world built around ignoring me feed me lies to make me think by cornering my mind blinding me eye by eye isnt that what im supposed to think where did i go to disappeared inside with my head in my hands wishing all my friends were dead gods rules were never meant to help us we just govern ourselves with them when the next blodd bath hits i wouldnt be caught dead in a uniform or burried beside one all your hate speach and you wonder why i cant wait to die for my own selfish cause like selflessness has no pay off wheres my bribe born into this sold to the gypsies 900 employeesd cant even pull it off too late back to square one of your blame game hate speach see if i take the bait all your practice of the front pages all the fashion of the celebrities ive learned to despise so pretty to make me feel like im nothing nothing at all as your laws treat me as a number and im not important at all build my life so you can rip it apart with everything you do then justify it with your hate speach wonder why my names are songs and happy birthday the cuts on my arms never did you any harm till you join along never mind the sad eyes looking away till you cant stand to disagree then killing me is easy a life long game of kiss but dont tell till i do it to myself so so suicide aggrevated subconcious agrrevations